Verse — uhhhhhh, sicker than sins you too afraid to admit my brain is Codded with the knowledge to pop off like acrylics all in this
Bitch. The critics can’t me nothing so get a custom to Fumbling, weak niggas keep mumbling its the return of the
Greatest evaaaaaa weather you like it or not I’m popping up Like that ex that wanna fuck cause they miss you. (Baby laugh)
But I don’t fw shiatsu’s and bitch you ain’t shit when you
Speaking to this nigloo. Igloo I mean who knew my dream
Would be coming true. Now all these hoes from the ville like I Fuck with you, I ain’t know you could rap. You was talking all
That shit but you ain’t bother to ask
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(Yah)
I can see for miles through that scope nigga (I can see)
Get up, Get up, Get up Verse — Rap game blistering, hit em' with penicillin you dealing with a Junkie who tryna shoot up the (Charts) giving a gift from god
If it’s money they want me to stay broke rich in the mind and
And enriching the poor. A penny for hope, fuck all the
Accolades I’m watching my people slave. Let go of all the
Pain I’m bringing the heat Dwayne. Niggas move work on the
Block and I see it happening. Then they start shooting like
Cops bringing the action in. Half of them don’t even see the
Odds that we stacked against. Capitalism and greed the
System set up for niggas like you and me to never survive rest
Ya eyes
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(Yah)
I can see for miles through that scope nigga (I can see)
Get up, Get up, Get up